Karma - Part 3

She’s dripping wet and worked up, no foreplay necessary. Front door clicks open and there she stands, legs spread, panties already pulled aside. He drops his keys, shoves two fingers inside to feel how soaked she is, then yanks his cock out and pushes her against the couch. One hard thrust bottoms him out in a single stroke; the room fills with that wet slap of skin on skin. She’s loud, gripping the cushions, and he keeps driving deeper, talking low and dirty about how her cunt never waits for the bedroom. He grabs her hips, finds a brutal rhythm, and every time she creams around him he laughs and pounds harder, like the living room now belongs to his cock and her greed.